On October 27 of 1901, boxer underwear was made public
"So, Catherine, how was today?"
That depends, I suppose.
I called my ex-girlfriend last night and we talked for a few minutes before she went out for the evening. She was supposed to get back to me today about something she said, but I haven't heard from her yet. I called up and and she wasn't home, so maybe I'll catch her tomorrow. It sounded pretty urgent, so I hope she's OK.
On to my school day!
Chemistry was amusing. We finished our tests this morning, and the very last question was definitely a typographical error. It asked for the order of increasing molarities among phosphate, nitrate, and sodium ions. (For example, the correct answer was the molarity of phosphate is less than that of nitrate which is less than that of sodium). The problem, however, was that the molarities of nitrate and sodium were the same in the reaction we were given. So, while I was working today, Starr dropped by and we discussed just why my class should get credit for marking the first or second answer. It's all good, and he's going to look into his calculations.
I've got to try out for band seating tomorrow. Wish me luck! Judging by how little I actually practice, I could probably use it, too.
Friday's our next competition, in Bethel this time around. Now, for those of you who don't remember last year's field show competitions, Bethel was the day I was absent with the flu. It was also the day we totally bombed miserably. It should be special this year, right?
I got to add my thoughts on Abigail's erratic, desperate maneuvers in English. The Crucible is pretty good, I have to admit. Yay! Finally, good literature! Too bad it's not a Bradbury, though.
I'm drinking blueberry and pomegranate juice. It's highly flavorful. It's pretty expensive, though, for a single serving. That's what I get for falling in love with a drink that must be hand-processed. Whee. It's worth it, if not for the antioxidants alone.
"So, I'm all out of ideas. Let's get drunk."
That depends, I suppose.
I called my ex-girlfriend last night and we talked for a few minutes before she went out for the evening. She was supposed to get back to me today about something she said, but I haven't heard from her yet. I called up and and she wasn't home, so maybe I'll catch her tomorrow. It sounded pretty urgent, so I hope she's OK.
On to my school day!
Chemistry was amusing. We finished our tests this morning, and the very last question was definitely a typographical error. It asked for the order of increasing molarities among phosphate, nitrate, and sodium ions. (For example, the correct answer was the molarity of phosphate is less than that of nitrate which is less than that of sodium). The problem, however, was that the molarities of nitrate and sodium were the same in the reaction we were given. So, while I was working today, Starr dropped by and we discussed just why my class should get credit for marking the first or second answer. It's all good, and he's going to look into his calculations.
I've got to try out for band seating tomorrow. Wish me luck! Judging by how little I actually practice, I could probably use it, too.
Friday's our next competition, in Bethel this time around. Now, for those of you who don't remember last year's field show competitions, Bethel was the day I was absent with the flu. It was also the day we totally bombed miserably. It should be special this year, right?
I got to add my thoughts on Abigail's erratic, desperate maneuvers in English. The Crucible is pretty good, I have to admit. Yay! Finally, good literature! Too bad it's not a Bradbury, though.
I'm drinking blueberry and pomegranate juice. It's highly flavorful. It's pretty expensive, though, for a single serving. That's what I get for falling in love with a drink that must be hand-processed. Whee. It's worth it, if not for the antioxidants alone.
"So, I'm all out of ideas. Let's get drunk."